Posted 09 August 2012 - 08:51 PM
Hey,
I just wanted some opinions on the meaning of a dream I had a few months ago.
When I was a kid, I used to be a lucid dreamer. I was having at least two lucid dreams a night. When I was 12, I started to have really bad insomnias, I would not sleep more than 2 or 3 hours a night, so I stopped having lucid dreams. I still have insomnias and a light sleep today, but it's not as bad as it used to be six years ago. For the past year, I've been gaining some lucidity in my dreams. I'm able to control them, but I'm still not able to realize I'm dreaming even though I know there's something not right. Last year, I experienced sleep paralysis. I had a violent crisis, that lasted long, and I got all the different types of hallucinations: not only could I feel the dark entities of my hallucinations in my room, but I could see them, hear them, and feel them grabbing my arms and leggs, dragging me in a dark corridor. Since that night, my dreams have become even more vivid. And a few months ago, I died in one of my dreams.
I usually wake up right before I die in my dreams, since the human mind is not supposed to be able to represent what's dying like. In my dream, I had asked a friend who was a sniper to kill me, when I wasn't expecting it. I was in Lyon, a French city, near the place I had been living in for the year (I used to live near Marseille, but my parents made me go to Lyon for my studies, which has been really hard on me) when I got shot. It was snowing. My friend had missed the heart. I remember the pain from the shooting, the numbness when the blood loss had become too important. I remember falling on the snow. It didn't even hurt while I was dying. I could feel my heart beating slower and slower, my breathing getting hard, and the world fading away. And I felt it. I felt that last second when the heart stops beating. I felt my consciouness drifting away. And for a few second, I felt what I imagine is after death. I'm an atheist, so I don't believe there's anything once we're dead. I think we just cease to exist. And in my dream, I felt it. I felt that last second of consciousness, and then I felt the void, the nil, the nothingness. It scared the hell out of me. And then, it's like it was too much for my mind to take, and I felt myself reintegrate my body. I woke up on the snow, still hurting, still bleeding, but I was able to stand up. I stood up and wandered under the falling snow. Nobody could see me. I went to my friend's appartement to tell her she'd missed the shot. When I got there, she was crying, and she was talking to someone. She couldn't see me. She kept saying she was sorry, she was so sorry, and the person she was talking to was conforting her, and was telling her they had found the body. I went back to where I had been shot. When I got there, it <was full of cops. There was a body lying on the snow. I went to this body. It was covered by a sheet. I looked under the sheet, and I saw my face. I saw myself, lying dead on the ground. And then I realized that I was truly dead, and that the being I thought I was, the consciousness I thought I had, were just pieces of me holding on onto people's memories of me. I guess you could say I was some kind of ghost. I woke up right after that.
The most surprising part is that I enjoyed that dream. When I woke up, I was feeling good, I was feeling at peace. I've been longing ever since to have a similar dream. I want you to know that I do not want to die for real, I like being alive. But this dream, it was just so...I don't know how to put it.
So I was wondering if any how you ever had that kind of dream, and what it could mean.
Again, I apologize for any mistakes I could have made. I'm French, so my English is not perfect (yet!)